Displacement, and why blogs don’t work when you’re worried
I’ve been engaged in a little displacement activity recently. For example, this:
Or this, which became this:
Or this which is on very tiny needles and so is taking a long time:
Or this which I’m only just starting, but it’s the fifth try:
Or this, which I actually finished. Hurray for doubled wool and large needles:
There’s actually something else on the needles but it’s downstairs and I don’t feel like going to get it.
I’m maniacally avoiding worrying that the cardiologist I saw last week told me that I likely have irreversible lung damage and that he didn’t know what else they could do for me. And when I asked what I needed to do to make sure I wasn’t on oxygen by 50, he just sort of shook his head. Actually, he shook his head a lot. And I left there pretty darn shaken.
So I am avoiding thinking and avoiding blogging and knitting like a demented grandmother on speed. Knitting allows me not to think. Blogging makes me consider life thoughtfully. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. It’s taking all my positive energy to imagine my alveoli (ooh, good word) sitting in tiny lotus positions, taking deep cleansing breaths and chanting ooohm in a serene, well oxygenated manner.
I’m also reading Master and Commander. Lots more information on sails and rigging than I’d ever thought one brain could hold. Much better than the film. Very very good displacement.
Displacement being, of course, a nautical term, so most appropriate. More power to those zen-like alveoli
xo
I like all the pictures of your projects. I’m glad you took one of the just begun project. People don’t usually document the beginnings of things.